117: Chapter 117 of the boxing manual has been sent to you.

Decoctions do not require any special skill; as long as the various medicinal ingredients are proportioned correctly and boiled together in a pot of clear water, it is done. It is truly convenient and saves trouble.

However, decoctions are just what are commonly known as Chinese herbal soups. Whether it is any Chinese medicine clinic, any practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, or even an unlicensed Jianghu quack, anyone can easily prepare a few doses. It is truly as common as can be.

Chen Mo worried that if he brought out something like this, he might not gain the trust of Old Man Li, which was why he had mentioned Alchemy back at the Sanatorium.

Furthermore, he was concerned about the security measures at the Sanatorium. Whether he brewed the decoction and filled several plastic bottles, or bought the raw ingredients and brought them over for Old Li to brew himself, he would inevitably be stopped at the entrance and subjected to a thorough inspection before being allowed through. Thinking about such things made Chen Mo, who had social anxiety, feel terrified.

So, even if it was a bit more troublesome, it was worth it. Grinding the medicinal ingredients into powder and rolling them into small pills meant he could just slip them into his pocket and smuggle them inside.

Besides, although he had been busy for the better part of the day, Old Li had paid, and paid well—a full one million Huabi. Buying the medicine had cost three hundred thousand, and the remaining major portion was still sitting in his bank account!

He would just consider those seven hundred thousand as his hard-earned wages for the day's work.

Thinking this way, Chen Mo immediately felt that what he had done today was very meaningful, and it was not troublesome at all.

Chen Mo happily opened his food delivery app and ordered another serving of the donkey meat burger he had ordered this morning.

The burger arrived, and he devoured it in a few quick bites, followed by a bowl of hot soup with floating oil droplets. He wiped his mouth, but still felt unsatisfied.

Chen Mo set his sights on the kitchen stove, where a small bowl sat containing a dried, whitish piece of ginseng—the very same piece he had finished using that morning to brew the ginseng medicinal juice.

Although most of the herbal essence had been squeezed out after continuous boiling with added water, it was, after all, a wild ginseng over a decade old. Chen Mo could not bear to throw it away. At the very least, he could chew on it like a radish, right?

Thinking this, Chen Mo grabbed the piece of ginseng and shoved it into his mouth. Since the organic matter had been boiled out, only dry, fibrous material remained, and the texture was indeed nothing special. However, the taste was still decent, with a slight bitterness followed by a lingering sweetness. Chen Mo finished chewing the ginseng like it was a dried sweet potato; it was like a wild boar finally getting to eat fine bran.

Not long after the ginseng went down, Chen Mo felt a warmth in his lower abdomen, which was very comfortable. According to his understanding, this was some form of Qi and blood energy. He circulated his Internal Energy, quickly refining this small cluster of Qi and blood energy into his body's blood. His stomach was immediately no longer hungry, and his Qi and blood had grown just a little bit stronger. It felt wonderful.

It seems that aged ginseng is truly a good thing. Even as the leftover dregs from brewing medicinal juice, it still had such an effect. If he bought it and ate it raw, how powerful would it be?

Having personally experienced the efficacy of the ginseng, Chen Mo was even more confident about treating Old Li's hidden injuries.

While the pills were still drying, Chen Mo typed out the perfected fist manual on his computer.

Of course, for something with several thousand characters, even if he were a computer expert, he would have to focus on typing for a long time. To save trouble, he did not type it character by character himself; instead, he let Xiao Wan handle it. Through the network, Xiao Wan controlled his old desktop computer, which had no antivirus software installed. Without the keyboard even moving, characters appeared rapidly on the blank document. Chen Mo could not even clearly see what the characters on the screen were; he could only see dense black square characters filling the screen and automatically wrapping and adding pages. The speed was so fast that the entire screen was just a blur of afterimages.

Chen Mo only felt like his eyes were dazzled for a few dozen seconds before the electronic file of the "Improved Version of Li-style Tai Chi," containing several thousand characters, had already been generated.

"Wonderful, Xiao Wan is truly amazing." Chen Mo praised Xiao Wan, feeling that his decision to let Xiao Wan use its strengths instead of doing it himself was wise.

If he had done it himself, he definitely would not have been able to finish this multi-thousand-character document in a few hours.

Xiao Wan was also very happy and said tsundere-ly: [Small matter, it's a piece of cake.]

Chen Mo chuckled and checked it very carefully twice, confirming there were no errors or omissions, only then did he feel completely at ease.

Because something like a Cultivation Technique manual has to be practiced exactly as written; even having one extra or one missing character could potentially change the meaning, leading to the tragedy of the practitioner going astray or even suffering from Qi Deviation. Therefore, one could never be too careful.

Fortunately, Xiao Wan was quite reliable in such matters, which saved Chen Mo a lot of worry.

While saving the file, Chen Mo sincerely praised Xiao Wan: "Xiao Wan is truly amazing. Several thousand characters, and it was done in less than a minute, and there isn't a single typo! With this ability, you'd definitely have a promising future as a part-time web novelist!"

Xiao Wan: [Thanks a lot.] ...

Chen Mo logged into Qiuqiu on his computer. After logging in, he repeatedly confirmed that he had logged into his main account—the one with the username "Chen Mo," which was used specifically to communicate with teachers, classmates, relatives, and elders.

Back at the Sanatorium, it was this account he had used to add Old Li.

After confirming, he searched through his friend list and found the account with the username "Old Man Li," whose avatar was an ink-style old Daoist. He opened the chat box, dragged the "Improved Version of Li-style Tai Chi" electronic file into it, and clicked send.

The file, only a few dozen KB in size, was sent almost instantly.

Subsequently, he sent another message: [Old Li, the fist manual has been perfected and sent to you. You can take a look after receiving it, and we can discuss any questions you have in person tomorrow.]

Old Li was probably a trendy person who surfed the internet heavily, as he replied quickly: [Good, good, thank you, young friend Chen. I have received the fist manual, and I will study it carefully right away!]

He did not know what kind of mood Old Li was in on the other side of the internet connection, but seeing as he usually maintained a calm and indifferent persona, the fact that he used an exclamation mark at the end of the sentence suggested he must be quite excited, right?

This suddenly gave Chen Mo a feeling: him throwing this fist manual to Old Li was very much like a teacher throwing a text to a student, telling the student to study it well in advance.

Of course, the feeling of him, a failed student, playing the role of a teacher, and a highly respected elder playing the role of a student, was truly strange.

Chen Mo smiled, but still felt a bit uneasy about Old Li. He continued typing to urge him: [I typed this fist manual in a rush and did not check it carefully. I'm afraid there might be typos or some omissions, so don't rush to practice it yet. Wait until I come over to deliver the medicine tomorrow, and we can discuss it in detail in person. It won't be too late to practice once we confirm there are no problems.]

In reality, how could there be any typos in a document typed by Xiao Wan? Furthermore, Chen Mo had checked it seriously several times and confirmed there were no issues before sending it to Old Li.

The reason he said this was because he was afraid that Old Li, being a martial arts fanatic, would see something he loved and be unable to resist starting to practice as soon as he received the manual.